Journal - Page 3 of 12

to “feel and work and fight till you die.” And it’s the most wonderful life.

“Les amoureux qui s’bécotent sur les bancs publics,”

What makes a world fall in love again?

Mohini, a literal translation: “personified delusion.”

This is the train to Glasgow…

“and the question is repeated. ‘Is the bird I am holding living or dead?’”

A hand to hold and—what more do children need?

“There is a crack” and everything is beautifully broken.

“The light lasts forever, life lasts forever.”

Rifles stopped firing, shells exploding. All was silent, all at once.